People always ask where the name came from. Truth is, it was born in survival. I went through something real - painful, messy, behind closed doors. But when I FaceTimed my girls? Not a single lash outta place. My face was beat, my spirit was bruised.

This ain’t me tryna turn trauma into a trend. It’s a reminder. That I made it. That even when everything else fell apart, my lashes stayed on - and so did I.

So yeah, I still flinch at the doorbell sometimes… but I’m Fboy-Free in 2025. And my lash tack? Still holding it down. Fboy-Proof, in every sense.